I don’t wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don’t wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it’s best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan’
Same shit, I don’t care ’bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain’t poverty-driven
It’s mad in the place that I grew in

Yo, served a pregnant lady, it fucked in my head
Couple things I regret tryna earn a wage
48 Laws, one book that I read
So if I repent, can I turn the page?
Gotta get rid of bad vibes, anti-clockwise, gotta burn the sage, uh
I’ll say with it chest, but I know some things locked in, I prefer not to say

I fucked up, I’m admittin’ it
I got no ego, I got no shame
I swallow my pride and say that I’m missin’ it
Cree-cree-creep in the changing room at school
And thief from the kids that are privileged, uh
Stolen clothes with a rip in it
Also a stolen phone, no sim in it
Now I got P’s, I give a lot back

No charity work tryna write off tax
Feds got me on a driving ban
In the passenger seat ’til my license back, uh
Ghost and fly off the map, uh
Try get my mind off rap
I get some sort of survivors guilt
When I see YM’s still supplying crack
This life don’t come with retiring plans

It’ll come to an end in unfortunate ways
No such thing as positive thinkin’
When you’re locked in, it feel like a maze
Often lose faith and forget to pray
You don’t wanna land on the wing with the guys
Why? ‘Cause they might melt your face
Cuz got hit with a eight, why?
Why would he care ’bout some extra days?

I don’t wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don’t wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it’s best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan’
Same shit, I don’t care ’bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain’t poverty driven
It’s mad in the place that I grew in

Uh, I ain’t been home in some weeks
I seek when a man’s in need
I got a family tree to feed
I see dead people in my sleep
I see broke people on the feed
Talk is cheap, freedom of speech, I guess
But they ain’t even got no P’s

Got free Wi-Fi, they ain’t got 4G
Uh, I wouldn’t be able to do what I do
If it weren’t for the man before me
I show respect where it’s due
Where would I be if I never met YBeeez?
Giggs, Ghetts, Chip, Skep, Konan, Krept
Kane or Dev, Stormz, Hus, Dave
A couple of names, even DBE

Uh, my mum lost faith in her son when I left school with no GCSE’s
Told shawty, “Just ’cause I grew up with nothin’ don’t mean I’m easy to please”
When you need a handout, you don’t get help
Why do you all wanna help? I ain’t even in need
Had one score for an hour of studio time, I couldn’t even lease the beat

Do not disturb me when I’m recordin’
My voice sounds clearer than ever, uh
Remember they might distortin’, I grew in a different era
More action, less talkin’, he said I’m a dead man walkin’
One in your head, there ain’t no respawnin’, alright